You life another's life

Your friends are gone, and the horses they used. Rohrim was gone as well. In their place though, was so much more. This was no longer The Remnants, this was the Bronzebark Forests still. The strong, tall trees were still here, their bases stretching for dozens of feet. There was a small house here, built into one of the trees, but the rest of the area was sparsely populated; the only neighbors being squirrels, foxes, and a few owls.

You start moving without conscious control or decision. Walking into the house, you see a reflection in the small mirror on the wall, and identify someone quite different from yourself. Still an elf, and would be about as young as you are now. Grabbing the brush, she starts to use it on her reddish-brown hair that match the leaves of fall, cascading far down your back, almost as if it had never been cut. The elf body you are inhabiting also has different proportions; taller and thicker all around, but still far from a humans concept of "thick". The absent minded of brushing of hair is joyfully interrupted as a visitor arrives. Despite being dramatically younger than you had ever seen him, you immediately recognize the elf who comes to call, donning an impressive and dramatic, if largely decorative, suit of light of armor. It's King Yalph, though at this point he would be Prince Yalph. The two smile immediately at the sight of each other; sweet, young love at it's most pure.

"You're late" The elf you possess says snidely, leaning in the doorframe.

"A deed that you'll have to forgive me for, sweet Marowyn. I can't depart the Royal Court until I am no longer needed." The young prince uses his charming tongue as he slowly approaches

"You're soon to be King, couldn't you just order them to leave you alone? Besides, you are needed by your subjects. This one especially." Marowyn's voice becomes sultry, her hands grasping at the leggings of her robes. You can feel what she feel, sense what she's thinking. It's been months since these two have seen each other, and she has thought of nothing else but her dear prince.

"Well I know it. You are first among my concerns. I would let the forests burn to keep you safe." You feel tortured inside. Though you know how much Marowyn believes and loves Yalph for it, you also know the sad truth; some time after this day, he lets her die. "I pray that it will never come to that."

"Me as well" Marowyn replies, as she wraps her arms around her lovers neck. "Still, with all the promises of eternal love, you could still manage to get here a little sooner."

"And you could stop living like a hermit and come join me in the castle."

"Hmmm" She responds as she kisses his cheek "It seems we're at an impasse."

"The same one we always find ourselves in. How would you suggest we rectify this?"

"The same way we always do? We leave petty things at the door, along with your clothing, and you come inside and make love with me."

"Brilliant." The young prince's remark was understated as the two entered the small abode, undressing themselves separately, but in full view of one another. The prince, in his armor, needs more time than Marowyn. As he removes his armor, Marowyn props herself on her bed, legs spread in open invitation. Through her eyes, you watch him strip naked, and through her body, you can feel her wet pussy, as she gently, teasingly strokes herself in front of her princly lover. In her emotions, is something new for you. Something you had thought you knew, but appears you were totally in the dark.

You feel her love for him. Genuine, unequivocal, love. This puts any desire and attraction you had for Phiaza, or any idle fling in the Kingdom completely to shame. That feeling only further escalates as Yalph, completely undressed, slowly climbs on top, and gingerly slides himself in. You feel every rush, as if his cock were sliding into your own pussy. This is slow, soft, deliberate fucking. The kind that could make an hour pass by in a minute, where the goal really is the journey, and not the destination. Marowyn's legs wrap tightly around Prince Yalph, keeping tightly inside, as he looses himself in the soft fragrance of her long auburn hair. You feel every groping of the tits, biting of the neck, grasping of the hair. Compared to your recent escapades, this being the high point of their sexual adventures would seem boring, but from her perspective, it's anything but.

Time stands still to let this moment last. You feel yourself scream as Marowyn does, cumming at the same time as the Prince. His work finished, he lays beside her, the two brushing each others sweaty bodies as the euphoric waves wash over them.

"I certainly hope your court doesn't need you still. Would be a shame for you to leave so soon."

"That it would" Yalph responds with a tender smile "Fear not, I'll stay as long as I can. If you're patient with me, we can even have an encore." as he grasps her hand and giving it a squeeze "One way or another, we will be with each other forever..."

No sooner does Yalph say this that you see the white flash again, bringing you back to the here and now. Your friends are all staring at you, concerned, while Rohrim presses a damp cloth against your forehead.

"Hey, she's coming around!" James shouted.

"Howya feeling kiddo?" Bruce asked "You were burning up there, despite being out cold."

"I'm fine. I saw her."

"What do you mean?" Rohrim asked.

"When I touched her pendant, I saw her world through her eyes. I saw this while it was still a forest. The Banshee was a young elf named Marowyn, who lived out here alone. She was madly in love with Yalph, who was still just a prince than."

"Damn" Kraig said quietly, staring out for a moment "Well, that gives some closure to what this was all about, I guess. Just not the answer we were hoping for." As he speaks, Rohrim and Bruce each lend a hand in helping you to your feet.

"Still doesn't answer everything" James said "If she loved The King, Prince, whatever, when they were both alive, why would she come back as a banshee and try to kill him? What's that about?"

Bruce, having been alive long enough to know, pats James on the shoulder "Trust me son, when you find the woman of your dreams, someone you care for so much that it hurts, everything will make sense." With practiced skill, he lifts himself on top of his horse, having recuperated after a run for its life "We accomplished what we came out here to do. We vanquished an evil, we put an angry soul to rest, and we saved an Elvish King from certain ****. That's a hard day's work in anyone's book, and I say we head back to the city and relax, before some other terrible nightmare is upon us..."

Following Bruce's lead, the five you mount up and gallop your way back to civilization, eager to be done with all of this Banshee business, hoping that this is really is the end of the troubles in the Bronzebark Forest